Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M23W8G4QNHK9MHEJ8K6Q4A

Molly crouched behind a hydrangea bush and peered through the fence. A bouncy castle wheezed in the corner while sugar-crazed toddlers swarmed a long table piled with brightly wrapped presents. A weary clown slumped nearby, his rainbow wig listing sideways. Molly adjusted her black ski mask, which sported a sparkly unicorn horn. Bill crouched beside her, cramming duct tape into a backpack already bulging with crowbars, netting, and juice boxes. He wore a matching mask topped with a felt cupcake. Molly pointed at the gift table. "Bill, this is the dumbest plan we have ever hatched." Bill grinned, though his mask slipped over one eye. "It is brilliant. Now please hand me the glitter cannon." Molly sighed and passed him a cannon the size of a trombone. She checked her watch, then nodded toward the side gate. They crept forward, stepping over a discarded juice box and a garden gnome wearing a party hat. Behind them, the clown finally noticed the intruders and pointed a trembling finger. Molly froze, but Bill aimed the glitter cannon at the gift table. Breaking into a children's party was supposed to be stealthy, yet Bill had never met a distraction he did not love.